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“Look at me. Good, now that I have your attention. You seem to think denying the inevitable is something you can do. I’ll give you an A for effort.”

He took a finger and hooked it under the elastic of my panties on my hip and ran it around and down toward my pussy. He lifted the material from my skin and paused momentarily. I moaned the minute his skin touched my mound, and I lifted my hips.

He removed his finger, and the snap of elastic against my skin had me crying out. This time he trailed a finger on the outside of the material, torturing me with the lightest of touches.

“Hot and bothered, just like I want you. You will beg,” he taunted.

I shook my head defiantly and clamped my lips shut. His hand roughly grabbed the sides of my panties, and my mind screamed.

Finally. Take those bitches off already. I’m dying.

I lifted my hips to help him along. Apparently, that was the wrong move.

“You want me to take them off, huh?”

His voice was hoarse with desire and his own need. His eyes were blown wide, as I’m sure mine were, with arousal. His cock jerked against me, letting me know he was in this just as deep. But damn his control to hell. I breathed in deeply. I had a choice to make. I nodded and then raised my bound hands.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His hands didn’t move, and his expression didn’t change. “So what do you think you should do here?”

With a rush of embarrassment, I cleared my throat. “Please, Sir. I need you to take them off. To touch me,” I begged for the first time that night.

With the slowest of movements, he drew them down my legs. It was so damn slow I almost thought I was imagining it. He moved between my legs, and I relished the fullness of his lips on my inner thigh, his warm breath on my skin teasing and tormenting me.

He was driving me mad. His kisses made promises that I was afraid he wasn’t going to keep. I considered grabbing his hair and shoving his face where I wanted it. My pussy clenched, and I shuddered with need.

Then my stomach flipped as he buried his face between my legs and his tongue forced its way through my lips. I let out a load moan as he flicked my clit in slow, tantalizing movements. I should have known that was all he planned to do because, without warning, he backed away.

“Lev,” I groaned.

“On your belly, princess.”

He moved to put a pillow under my stomach and positioned my bound hands above my head. The bed shifted as his weight lifted away. Turning my head, I watched as he left me once more hanging, needy and panting.

I gulped hard when he picked up something from the floor. He wound the ends tight, as he had the tie. Each twist produced a faint creaking sound as the leather belt stretched. With a swift pull, a sharp clap like thunder reverberated through the air.

The promise of my impending spanking loomed larger than life. My ass cheeks clenched in both anticipation and fear. Once he reached the bed, he roughly shoved my thighs apart.

His hand delved between them and his finger glided along my slit, alternating between teasing my entrance and my clit. Rasping breaths escaped me as I clasped my own hands together and closed my eyes.

I focused all my energy on his wicked finger and hand, working me. He explored and splayed me wider, establishing a rhythm, and I worked my hips in time with him. My next mistake for the evening was, in the span of time it took him to work me into a mess, I forgot about the belt he had grabbed.

A white-hot crack of pain exploded across my ass. I saw stars and cried out in surprise. My breath was driven from my lungs, and my body jerked. He steadied me before returning his hand to torment my pussy.

This time with a slower rhythm. He stroked and teased me. Once more, I gave into the feeling that he was building. I craved him, and tears slipped down my cheeks. The heat in my ass was telling, and I knew it was turning red.

Did he like the way it looked? I wanted to ask him, but was afraid he’d take it as me being sassy. So instead, I threw my hips back, chasing his fingers. Once more, the belt struck my ass, and I cried out.

“Did you say something?” he asked.

I panted, and the only thing I could muster was to moan the man’s name like a whore. My reward was his hand sweeping between my thighs and a long, thick finger penetrating my soaking wet cunt. It was dirty in the best way possible.

“Please, more. I need more of everything,” I begged.

A soft chuckle reached my ears, and he pushed a second finger deep into me. I squealed and pushed back frantically as my orgasm built to an incredible height. His next blow landed with another loud crack, and my legs opened further, offering him unfettered access.

Blow after blow of the belt landed on my ass, and the fiery burn only heightened the moment. I was lost in all the sensations. My clit throbbed like never before. It was heaven, and it was hell all rolled into one.